Stephen gently guides Anna back into the house, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and sadness. Arriving back at the bedroom, he makes her sit down on the bed and wrap her with extra clothing to fight the cold.He carefully chooses his words, aware of the fragile nature of the situation. "Anna, please try to think, remember," he implores, his voice laced with a hint of desperation as he squats down at her foot and gently places his hand on her thighs.Anna furrows her brow, her eyes searching his face for familiarity. "I'm sorry, I still don't remember," she confesses, her voice tinged with frustration. The realization that she has lost her memory weighs heavily on Stephen's heart, casting a shadow of uncertainty over their once promising future.With a heavy sigh, Stephen realizes the gravity of the situation. Memories, once cherished and shared, have become distant fragments of the past. He must find a way to bridge the gap and help Anna regain her sense of self. "Anna," he
Stephen carefully feeds Anna, gently coaxing a spoonful of food into her mouth. She pouts playfully, pretending to gag. "Oh, Stephen, you're a terrible cook," she teases, her eyes sparkling mischievously.He chuckles, a warm sound that fills the room. "Well, maybe you can teach me your culinary skills once your memory returns. But for now, let's focus on surviving and making sure we don't become a wolf's next meal," he replies, a hint of humor dancing in his voice.Anna smiles, savoring the lightness of the moment. Then, her smile fades as she gazes at Stephen intently. "But tell me, were we in love?" she asks, her tone both curious and vulnerable. She searches his face, longing for a definitive answer.Stephen's eyes briefly dart away, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. He takes a deep breath before meeting her gaze again. "It's complicated," he confesses, his voice laced with a mix of tenderness and hesitation.“Oh,” she said softly. With a playful glimmer in her eye, s
In the somber atmosphere of the Gray family's sitting room, Mr. and Mrs. McCurry, accompanied by Mrs. Gray, sat together, their faces etched with worry and anguish. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon their hearts as they grappled with the inexplicable disappearance of their beloved children.Tears streamed down the faces of the women, their cries echoing the depths of their despair. Mrs. McCurry clutched onto her husband's arm, seeking solace in his comforting presence. Mr. McCurry, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears, wrapped his arms around his wife, offering what little comfort he could in this time of immense sorrow.Meanwhile, Laura Gray, recently discharged from the hospital, sat close to her mother, Mrs. Gray, her voice trembling as she tried to offer some form of solace. Their hands intertwined, a silent display of their shared anguish and the unyielding bond between a mother and her child.As the news report flickered on the television screen, the room fell into an ev
As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the room, Stephen tenderly tucked Anna into the plush comfort of the bed, his hands moving with a delicate touch. A soft smile played upon his lips, his gaze lingering on her as if she were a precious treasure. He couldn't help but be captivated by her presence, her vulnerability stirring a protective instinct within him.With a feather-light touch, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingertips tracing the curve of her cheek. "Goodnight," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection.Anna's eyes, gleaming with a mix of curiosity and longing, followed his every move. Her heart yearned for his closeness, for the comfort of his embrace. As he turned to leave, a flicker of hesitation overcame her, and she called out to him in a soft, hopeful voice."Wait… Where are you going?" Anna's question hung in the air, a plea for his presence.Stephen's steps faltered, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He turned back, his eyes me
The sun was just beginning to peek through the frost-covered windows as Stephen slowly opened his eyes. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he realized that something was amiss. He turned his head to the side, expecting to find Anna beside him, but the bed was empty.Panic coursed through his veins as he sat up, scanning the room in a state of confusion. He called out her name, his voice filled with concern, but there was no response. Frantically, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for his robe, hastily slipping it on.With each step, his heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with worry. He hurried out of the bedroom and into the quiet stillness of the cabin. The wooden floor creaked beneath his weight as he moved through the dimly lit room, his eyes darting from corner to corner."Anna?" he called out again, his voice echoing in the silence. But there was no sign of her. Panic turned into a surge of adrenaline as he rushed towards the front door. He swung i
In the midst of the anxious silence, Mr. Gray's phone suddenly rings, piercing through the heavy atmosphere. His eyes widen with anticipation as he hastily reaches for his phone, answering the call without a moment's delay. It's Domenic, the bearer of potential news and answers."Hello?" Mr. Jackson Gray's voice trembles with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Have you found them? Is there any news on their whereabouts?"Domenic's voice crackles through the receiver, a lifeline connecting two worlds. "We've located the jet at Hesteyri, Mr. Gray, but Stephen and Anna are not there," he reveals, his words tinged with a sense of urgency.Mr. Gray's heart sinks, the weight of disappointment bearing down on his shoulders. His grip on the phone tightens as he listens intently, hoping for any clue that might lead them closer to their missing loved ones.Domenic continues, his voice filled with determination. "There are footprints near the jet, indicating that someone was here a while ago, it is
Stephen sits by Anna's side on the bed, a sense of urgency in his eyes as he carefully massages her forehead with a warm towel. Anna lies beneath the protective embrace of the bedspread, her body shivering with chills. Her face is flushed with fever, her wounds from the plane crash now infected. Stephen can't help but feel a deep concern and fear for her.Stephen was scared and worried, he didn’t know how she had suddenly fallen sick after her previous recovery. Today was their fourth day here in these deserted cold lands and he was beginning to lose hope that help would come their way. He had gone back to the remains of the jet hours ago to see what he could find, luckily the first aid box was still intact but there wasn’t much in it to help Anna’s situation.With a shivering voice, Anna musters the strength to speak, her eyes searching Stephen's face for answers. "Am I going to die?" she asks, her voice laden with fear and vulnerability.Stephen's initial reaction is one of frustrat
As Anna slowly opens her eyes, the world appears hazy and indistinct. The room around her seems filled with whispers and muffled sounds. She blinks a few times, trying to clear her vision, and as the fog dissipates, the scene before her comes into focus.She finds herself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Their voices blend together, creating a gentle hum that fills the air. Anna strains to catch the words being spoken, but they remain just out of reach.Through her dazed state, she recognizes the warm smile on Stephen's face, his eyes reflecting relief and concern. Laura stands beside him, her expression a mixture of worry and hope. Anna's heart swells at the sight of them, grateful for their presence by her side.Next to them stands Mrs. Gray, Stephen's mother, her gaze filled with affection and relief. Her comforting presence brings a sense of security to Anna, as if she were wrapped in a blanket of maternal care.In the corner of the ro